There is so much I want to say to you and yet I am at a loss as to why I have to say anything. I did not see much of you for months-in fact I may have called your name looking for you during the past year, but time wouldn’t allow it. There wasn’t space for your idleness and silence in-between classes and articles writing.
But I do not know why you have returned and to be honest I am pissed. You know I do not like you, we have never gotten along, and so I cannot begin to understand why you feel welcome to return. You have always been my worst enemy and greatest fear and I assure you these traits do not make you a good friend of mine.
I will not share my sugar-free fudgesicles with you and you are not allowed to borrow my shoes or take my dog for a walk. He doesn’t like you either-in fact I think he has gotten to know you too well lately since I have been working so much and would prefer you go as well.
I just do not get it. I am working five days a week and looking for another, I am writing editorials for the DTH (though I haven’t done the last two papers) and I have a very active social life. So why are you here?
I decided to banish you when I woke up this morning after a long night of tossing and turning. I don’t feel excited about anything and I cannot begin to think about tomorrow because it sounds dull too. I need stimulation in my life and you are incapable of giving that to me.
I want some excitement-I need a change. I need for you to leave so that I can replace you with a thousand other more likeable fixtures. You may have this morning to gather your things and feel free to use my kitchen before you go, but you must go today. Make sure you do not leave anything behind because I won’t let you back in.
I am moving on and we are over.